...yeah, big demy told me wu' used to be up in his basement,
heard some were smokin' crack rocks they herbs was laced with
I was just battling to reach them to they faces
I ain't know who I was, I just was on my flave' shit
the m.a.d. scientist until '96 about
like '69? going out my mind schizzin' out?
buck shots gotta' git down, no duckin'
I'm from phila. body bag PA! no country
for old men, do you know then who you'z owe then
I been on my own because I been on my own shit
ay'thing drawing back to the word, Gab
I'm the gift, ay' punchline, niggas heard gaspin'
church volumes one through eight
up in the streets, somebody got 'em pumpin', no brakes
and whoever put phuck philly out on cds
in the end gotta' answer to me, I want manhattan
and I'm the Linc' 2.12.09, check the measurements
on 212, know time tables...

see, luci’ [jamuga] wanted me [ghengis] to give nyc this message...
...I had to twist it, so malcom x can get this lesson
remember your little brother [13th Sentry, 13X]/remember you’re “Little”, brother
now two peninsulas is going at each other
how I’m a’ put it, shit started in South Phila.
them others ain’t trying a’ tusle, they want a truce/trues, really
then give ties/tithes to me, angels in the outfield now
since ether side of new jersey shut los angeles out
I was just saying though, give up the talent scouts
‘cause this Christ Body, not what crabs and bums boastin’ ‘bout
think, was your lives worth trying a’ kidnap our children?
word then if I’m just talking and not much listening
I know they want a three-Peat not just a rePeat
goddamu pussies though, ain’t trying a’ cee me [God]
this real life, I got them pirate colors with me
CNN: this just in: you’z get my meaning?
T.O.N.Y. thru Christ, and I’m from S.P.
this shit my profession, kid, don’t never test me...
...then IF [first fam’], fillies winning this [the world], they open to me
so, which craft is y’all profession? you owe me, truly...

...shiii, I'm just tryina' break outta' phila., pardon me
I was shot to death '69 in harlem, see
...know The Father thru The Sun, who calling me
best to be hour-glass [shaped] women who offering me
the sex I close in on, been' I been warned 'em
how I could, now I should go on and off 'em...
...word then, end of the world, into the [my] word then
it's '09 o'clock now, haven't you heard then...

...eh, the yanks wasn't supposed to win
otherwise, how the he'll am I supposed to live
...yeah, doc', you york knew york about my nation
I read slander in your literature like I'd take it
that's why this shit's tucked, swept under the rug
you close to the end, 2o12, sucker's chump
wanna' suppress me, like I was never here?
you ain't leaving outta' south philly that easily
the brothers shoulda' delivered the pussy [P P P] str8 to me
but lucille think he slick, but he's a she to me
feliz caught 'em up, I thought fillies caught up with me
but naw, alex is well, alexis didn't get me
I'm gon' win by every means, lightweight or a heavy team
'til one thousand-pound paper weights can't hold the heavy cream
why would I lie about me when I'm Allah, you doubt me?
right, phillies lost 'cause fillies lost me, you copy?

...so, well, feel me ether way, but notice where I’m coming from...
so the brothers know this where the Sun is from...
...we closer to the moment of truth, we on to nyc
my name broke down t.o.n.y.c.
I’m all day telling y’all to pay up, if you want a pal [proof a’ life]
I’m not living, they still trying a’ put down my grounds
is why I spell filly this way ‘cause that’s the horse
a young boss translated my name as the course
that was ’98, I heard suh’m sounding like
duct tape and rope, never thought it was a joke
that was the business, to remember me?
I think the doctor got a motive, won’t deliver me?
I’m not afraid of the pussy, can’t set me up
my name ain’t dr. seuss, I ain’t a’ easy read
I got a piece from a filly, she ain’t swallow me
texted “I’m God” and m.c. didn’t follow me
you can toss it up in the air if you wanna’, but
as for the years they ain’t wanna’ listen, I’m onto you’z...

so, to nyc I t.o.n.y.c. been going to
2o12 I’m the linc’/link, fillies not going thru
‘til I gets what I want...yankees got that victory
over my dead body, confederates’ misery
malice wrecked the hood, anthony ain’t so well
u.s. chose I hung for they ass, oh well
I ain’t merely babbling, I’m battling babble-on
my thread from a sewing kit, aimed at stool pigeons rapping songs
the lost angels wings got nyp’d, and then? see they ain’t believe me
the brothas can’t win if the wombs do not receive me
my tombstone reads, “clarence, abel, ghengis, david”
ask lucille about it, since hip-hop been the matrix
if I’m wrong, I know one thing, God’s word is perfect
and I got the nyc dc for ho’s who deserve it
pardon, how I gots’ to close-in on the sex
as for the beast, try not to speak, just hold ya’ breath...

my wu york bruvva' got the churches I gave him to check
the body of christ how we connected, respect
under the rug I was swept by the government
is what I suspect...my love script's the covenent
j-z, I'm Jesus, I'm Jehovah
gimme' the money, before all a' ya' days over
I'm the R.O.C., ressurection of Christ
and all I'm saying is...my money or ya' life
I got no problem with it, and it's no kind a' gimmic
I'm independant, like an unheard-of politician
I am the truth, there's no way to polish this shit
I don't perform, I'm just out-the-box with this shit...

...remember nov. 15 2005, a black man shot to death by a white woman, in phila. pa over wut the children coined the wu-tang dance, exactly on what woulda' been o.d.b.'s 37th born day...either you dummied up or you been made suh'm of it...
...so, I had to openly declare my position as The Father...cummin as The Sun/Son...

...7.11.10 in-sync with 9.11.10
'cause sept. is the 7th month shift to 9th, two months added in
so I read, the doctor's son yacub's born day today
the system done put everything in-play
I cannot tell if cats is listening 'cause they afraid to wave
ripple effect shown how I paved the way
now I heard from two jersey natives' mouths phila.'s being pitched to them
as the "safe" city?...shiii, the safe's where the bodies hidden
what they know about f. block mafia being picked off
by joab under my name, shiii, how I'm really pissed off
joab being yacub, the real dude, born in north philly
I ain't saying too much, ain't saying enough, boy it's...fishy
...as much as a decade ago, I ain't paid enough, so
as far as any attention, so, too late's when I show?
shiii, y'all best to say you seen me live since '7-1
I'm closing on yacub's head, so naw's nowhere to run...

...taking it back to the days when republicans was abolitionists
and democrats gave niggas they ass to kiss
that’s way back in time, to examine where was I
a sleeper cell thru deeper realms, the He’ll was I
you had to choose, the linc’ or the lynch...had you shown
you not worthy of shit, no salad tossed, just asses blown
to ashes blown, neverlasting, boxed and toe-tagged and
then more relentless, how the souls rashed and more defenseless
...yeh, obama just gave a speech at masterman school
so am I here to master man? cool, slave to my rules
yo, know who you talking to, how is you on my trail
the game is playing u.s. out, how you posting my bail
I’m behind bars of metaphores that metamorph’
onto y’alls...I wants mines, I’m onto y’alls...

if I was shot to death on Friday, the 13th and shit
I seen who did it? are my killers now deep in shit?
gods showed and proved same year I was born again
in my mind yelling “I’m a’ live forever!” so, it’s on again?
I’m thinkin’ why the-fuck I’m still here if noone can see me
gotta’ have patience? shiii, tell that to my nerves, fricassee’ing
done put up with some stupid-asses putting they souls up
for they assets, actin’ like I ain’t shit and I don’t have sense
so, azrael said president nixon had me murdered?
I’m still investigatin’ shit, yeh, system did me dirty
I know, shoulda’ seen how they chose I hung to have me buried
shiii, I still went to work, after 33 murders
they got me in they files as a patriot who fought in their war [korea]
u.s. will return the favor, ‘cause I’ll turn this playground into a graveyard
shiii, believe it or not, I’m Allah, therefor I am God
I ask u.s. tho’, why am I still in-the-flesh? naw, I ain’t gone...

lemme see...seems like I’m going off on a tangent
and scatter-brained, but I’m on-focus like cameras
it’s not a thing, sunny, you right, the subject was shifted
but I’m just defending my slot, and sum was not listening
1965, the bul malcom little
was shot down to a puddle that poured out from in him
I was around then, I don’t know what I knew
...but what I know now is how you choose the path you choose
I had to work with this dude in 2003
and 2004, the chump ain’t stop irking me
2005, the nigga mouth need be circumsized
2006, that was it, he can suck my d!ck
2010, he found I i.d.’ed him as Cain,
and now he wanna’ be my [Christ] friend? simon pete’ is a lame
you only hear this type of s#@t if it come from me
see, I’m the founder of a nation, so I post my fee...

if I was shot to death on Friday, the 13th and shit
I seen who did it? are my killers now deep in shit?
gods showed and proved same year I was born again
in my mind yelling “I’m a’ live forever!” so, it’s on again?
I’m thinkin’ why the-fuck I’m still here if noone can see me
gotta’ have patience? shiii, tell that to my nerves, fricassee’ing
done put up with some stupid-asses putting they souls up
for they assets, actin’ like I ain’t shit and I don’t have sense
so, azrael said president nixon had me murdered?
I’m still investigatin’ shit, yeh, system did me dirty
I know, shoulda’ seen how they chose I hung to have me buried
shiii, I still went to work, after 33 murders
they got me in they files as a patriot who fought in their war [korea]
u.s. will return the favor, ‘cause I’ll turn this playground into a graveyard
shiii, believe it or not, I’m Allah, therefor I am God
I ask u.s. tho’, why am I still in-the-flesh? naw, I ain’t gone...

...you know I'm talking about The Father's return on this piece, eh...